In digital plains, a new age arose,
Where every soul its own small world chose.
A feed of faces, a stream of thought,
A monument to fleeting time.
So rose the tower,
a dazzling sight,
Bathed in the screen's synthetic light.
Just endless echoes of our fears....😞
In digital plains, a new age arose,
Where every soul its own small world chose.
A feed of faces, a stream of thought,
A monument to fleeting time.
So rose the tower,
a dazzling sight,
Bathed in the screen's synthetic light.
Just endless echoes of our fears....😞
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